Open the door

Realizing that you can't have all things, you pause your recording so you can let Rebecca back into the coaches' office. You quietly open the door into the girls' locker room--a sacred area absolutely forbidden to you before but which you now feel complete ownership over. Rebecca slips inside, and you close the door behind her.

She is breathing heavily and seems flush with excitement. She puts the laundry bag on the floor and grins wickedly at you. Suddenly, she takes you by the back of your head, pulls you toward her, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You've heard of out-of-body experiences before; now you know what one feels like. Time freezes as you review your situation. You came to the football game tonight to try to sneak a few glances of thigh from your hot cheerleader crush. Before long, you had seen each other completely naked. Since then, you've watched every cheerleader on this squad of seniors shower or change, capturing the tits, asses, and pussies of each one on a high definition camera. A busty, dark-haired, shy girl who you think might have a crush on you is masturbating a couple dozen feet away, and you are standing, naked, making out with the hot cheerleader who got it all started. Maybe I am in heaven... you wonder.

But Rebecca's mouth is definitely real. Her hot lips and courageous tongue run circles around you, making you dizzy with desire. You can smell the rainwater, the lingering odor of your own dry sweat, and the ambient aroma of the locker room as Rebecca holds you close to her. You close your eyes for the first time tonight and give in to the pleasure.

As suddenly as it started, your kiss ends. Rebecca is still smiling as she whispers with a wink, "Thanks for the clothes, Sam." She pulls your gym shorts and shirt out of the laundry bag and hands them to you, and though you do hesitate for a moment, you quickly get dressed.

"Here," she says, and hands you your phone. You glance at Rachel; not much change. So you take a quick look at your phone. You unlock your phone with your lame L-shaped passcode and at that moment notice Rebecca watching you with intent. You want to check what Rachel was up to, but you're not exactly eager for Rebecca to see. You pause, and Rebecca notices. "Come on," she says. "It's not like I haven't seen enough already." Her encouraging smiles convinces you, for better or for worse, that the intimate experience you've shared has drawn you closer. May as well keep going.

So, you check your texts. Sure enough, message after message has been sent to the same number. In full view of Rebecca, you open one--a picture of your penis on top of an oversized playing card from an old magic set--and that's all you need to confirm what has happened.

Rebecca is still smiling. She looks at you. "Cute," she says, as you put your phone to sleep. "But I like it better in person." You smile at her, hoping against hope that this might actually be the start of something special between you.

"So," Rebecca says, pointing at Rachel. Her shower has, sadly, ended, and she is drying her glorious tits while water drips hypnotically from her dark, fuzzy pubic hair. "What should we do about her?"